unsure of where to go from here

that we can find, that we can steal, to reveal, what is kept within, the hidden and the song, that rushes all at once between the areas--parts of programs i picked up and pieces about water and the progression of air towards aid, that we could find or change something inside, to design or make note of, what's projected in the end towards the feeling--i changed many things in my declaration but it is still the same cup of tea th problems that can go between and across from around and through will all be found inside of what we keep. That we can be knowledgable, to turn the tables on ourselves and say now what do you beleive, this solution cannot last that you must run to making the tables all come out and running through the different options, that you must find something to grant yourself an escape, that you must be able to bring yourself to some conclusion, i must coincide in myself the feeling that comes when you are losing what you hold most dear, the solution that is coming in my mind and the minds of others that could come between what is held and what I hold to keep things seperated and the meaning between. the gasp that i have contained in these last few days has been one of celebration, the benediction of help brought to me and around me that we must keep time with what is guarded and guided in the meaning that surrounds us all, that you can prompt the listener to continue his dead story, that you can bring some mourning to the scene, all the processors and transgressors that have their tale to tell